Kareneb wanted a little more of this story.

I don't own Bones.

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The boy's room was small, but it was filled with toys and clothes, a bed and everything a toddler needed to be comfortable. As he stood looking down at his son who was sleeping in his bed, Sweets sighed. He wanted to hold little Seeley so much, but since he didn't have a solid body, that was never going to happen.

The child's eyelashes fluttered and then opened, staring right at him, or least it seemed he did. "Hey Seeley . . . its Daddy . . . are you awake from your sleep . . . how's my little boy this evening?"

His fists waving in the air, the child seemed to stare at him, which made Sweets wonder if Seeley could really see him. "Can you see your Daddy, Sweetheart? Can you see me?" Distracted by his son, Sweets didn't notice Daisy enter the room.

Swiftly moving across the bedroom, Daisy leaned over and saw that her son was awake. Lifting him into her arms, she smiled. "So you are awake. I thought I heard you on the baby monitor. You didn't sleep very long . . . I bet my music was too loud and it bothered you. I'm sorry." Carrying him over to the changing table, she checked his diaper, found it damp and changed it.

Sweets loved to see Daisy with their child. She was such a wonderful mother and so filled with love for their precious son. "You're doing a great job Daisy. He's such a strong little boy and you . . . you're just great . . . great." Filled with sadness, Sweets rubbed his hand under his eyes and left the room. Stepping out into the hallway, he jammed his hands into his jacket pockets. "I guess I should go check on Booth . . ."

With that thought, he was standing inside the garage of the Booth/Brennan home. Looking around him, he found Booth hunched over the engine of his Mustang, the hood of the car hanging above him. Curious, Sweets moved closer and leaned over to see what his friend was doing. "I thought you had this running last week."

He never had been interested in how cars worked, so he didn't have a clue what Booth was doing. "Its Thursday evening. Why are you working on your car? . . . Did you and Brennan have a fight? I bet you did . . . You two amaze me, you really do. I never really did understand how your dynamic worked. You're like oil and water and you shouldn't mix, but you do. It's just amazing to watch."

The door leading into the house opened and Brennan stepped out into the garage. She was carrying two bottles of cold beer. As she moved closer to where Booth was standing, she called out. "It's warm out here."

Booth pulled away from the car and stood up. Warily, he watched Brennan move closer. "I have the fan on."

Handing him one of the bottles, Brennan frowned. "I didn't mean to embarrass you this morning, Booth . . . that wasn't my intention. It's just that when that Agent . . ."

"Agent Carter." Booth was well aware that Brennan rarely bothered to learn anyone's name unless she worked with them on a steady basis.

"Yes, Agent Carter." Brennan was still angry about the incident, but it was hardly Booth's fault and she shouldn't have taken it out on him. "She questioned my authority demanding that a coroner be present to declare the victim dead . . . The victim's head was missing, Booth. I found her attitude to be quite insulting. I merely pointed out to her that Cam was on the way to the scene and was delayed by a traffic accident and a toddler could tell her that the victim was dead. I'm pretty sure there aren't too many people walking around without their heads attached to their body."

Booth placed his beer bottle on the counter, took her bottle from her hand and placed the bottle next to his bottle. Slowly, he took her hand in his and pulled her against his body. "I wasn't embarrassed or angry Bones. I just think you need to cut Agent Carter some slack that's all. I've told you she transferred from the Philadelphia field office and she's not used to how we do things here."

He placed his arms around her and stared into her crystal blue eyes. "You've been sniping with her since she started working with us and you've been taking it out on me too . . . what's going on?"

Feeling insecure, Brennan placed her hands on his waist. "I . . . I don't work in the field as much as I used to and Agent Carter seems determined to replace me."

Astounded, Booth shook his head. "Replace you? . . . Never Bones. She can't replace you. You're the best damn forensic anthropologist in the country . . ."

"World." Brennan was proud of her achievements.

Amused, Booth smiled. "Yes, world. She's a good agent, hell maybe a great agent, but she's not you and you're not being replaced. To tell you the truth, I think she's after Aubrey's job and maybe mine, but that's for the future. You're my partner and she isn't . . . okay?"

Her cheeks a faint pink, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes." Her eyes boring into his, she leaned closer and kissed him. "You don't have to sleep on the couch tonight . . . in fact, I'm counting on you not sleeping on the couch."

Booth returned her kiss. "Want me to wear my glasses tonight?"

Her smile broadening, Brennan moved her hands so she was cupping his hips. "Oh definitely."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Sweets pointed over his shoulder. "I got to go . . . um . . . yeah, bye."

Sweets was standing on the catwalk at the Jeffersonian. Most of the area below the catwalk was bathed in darkness.

"Why are you here? No one is here except for me and the security guards." Vincent was sitting on the couch near the coffee table.

Turning, Sweets moved over to where the younger man was sitting. "Um . . . I was over at Booth and Brennan's house and . . . well, um . . . I had to leave before they . . . um . . ."

Vincent laughed. "They are a very affectionate couple."

Sweets sat down next to Vincent and chuckled. "Yeah, affectionate."

"I accidentally saw them make out in the parking garage last week." Vincent grinned at the expression on the older man's face. "They're very physical."

A little shocked, Sweets stare in horror at his friend. "Are you crazy? You can't just watch them have sex . . ."

"Why not?" Vincent was very amused. "It's not like they knew I was there . . . oh, seriously, I'm kidding. I wouldn't invade anyone's privacy like that . . . you really don't have a sense of humor do you?"

Insulted, Sweets crossed his arms against his chest. "I do to . . . I discovered something in the last couple of days . . . I'm bored . . . I don't think I should be here . . . I think I'm going to move on. Daisy is okay and so is little Seeley. Booth and Brennan seem to be fine . . . I think I'm going to go and see what's waiting for me."

Vincent felt a little tearful. "You're going to go? . . . really? . . . I . . . I'll miss you."

"You can go with me." Sweets didn't want to leave Vincent behind. "You don't have to stay."

Torn, Vincent closed his eyes. "I don't want to leave. I like it here."

Sweets stood up. "Okay it's up to you. Come when you're ready . . . I just think I should go now. My family is doing okay and I'm not needed here." Sweets turned and faced the lab before him. "Hey . . . whoever is in charge of whatever this is . . . I want to leave now."

A shining wall of light appeared on the platform below. Worried that it would disappear, Sweets raced down the stairs, down the hallway and up onto the platform. Before he stepped into the square of light he looked up and saw Vincent leaning against the railing on the catwalk staring at him. "Bye Vincent."

Vincent held up his hand and waved it. "Bye Dr. Sweets . . . Good luck." Once the former psychologist had disappeared through the wall of light, Vincent walked back over to the couch and sat down. "That was very sudden . . . I guess it was the right time for him. Maybe I should . . . nah, I like it here."

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